Heron Lake Plateau Because a fire was in my head

Ah, if only I could, He sighed in mock wistfullness. He wasn't hungry at the moment, but he wouldn't pass up a quick bite if it came to him. The thought of thinking about rabbit and then — poof! — one appears, dead and disease free, made him chortle softly. But life would no longer be interesting, would it? Hunting was most of a wolf's life, no matter if they were a normal pack wolf, priest, or insane babbler. He doubted that even in the afterlife such a thing existed.

I know not. I am new to this place. Though, I hope that the residents grow more hospitable the further south-and-east I go. He thought back to the two wolves near the river, knowing that they had every right to be threatening, but couldn't they help a brother find his sister?

Their conversation wouldn't be left alone to just them, however. Another female, older than the piebald woman, greeting them politely. Greetings, He turned towards the woman, tilting his head slightly.